I’d stand there...

Ready to drop bombs! 

I'd have practiced for DAYS all the things I would say, as finally I would have my chance to. 

Reciting and memorizing every little fact to prove why we have wasted our time here, and to try to impact my peers with how naive they are, and encourage them to think like me. 

To see THE truth, 

the conspiracy of the education system implementing a repetitive method of memorization to keep our herd complacently controlled. I'd stress that we don't even know how to learn, or that you may need to relearn to listen and how we have yet to accomplish shit! A concept so simple, I'd give the verbal proof, to people, and I'm sure they will all just see it, exactly like i do!

My speech was going to be far more fun than the formal one they'd given me to read. 

I'd have it perfect, every last word of it, even if it kills me. 

Then they'll all see the lunacy that standardizes more than just our tests! I'm positive that any who don't know will surely want this,

the real information.

 This day is the day, 

this very day, our class graduation!

 I'm going to change the world and can't wait for the ovation,

 at my original observation of things, and how they are.

--Meanwhile--

Not too far to the podium, trying not to run or seem conspicuous.

Sweat is beading down my forehead, and i am just so into this, that I know the truth is going to get it's day! 

OH, that i get to be it's messenger, blessed it to convey!

I turn the Mic on and reverb squelched the pause in sound, and I say, softly,"H-Hi guys!", and a few hundred people blink their hope-filled eyes, bright with futures, and they turn to me their gaze!

...........

............

My moments here..

.....

.........Im a little dazed...

I sway, just a little.

Then I clear my throat, 

out of pure necessity, and swallow the toad that is

 in there chocking me, stopping me from waking the brain clones..

Breath.. 

...

...

Breath..

My lungs concede, 

and it is all i can do to speak!

The words came then, 

quite suddenly:

"Go Greyhounds! Woohoo! Class of '07 Foreva!", 

and there it was; a roar from the crowd, so loud I could barely hear me thinking to myself..

'No going back now, 

fuck it. No point, assholes.'.

Then I'd scatter off stage like a cockroach, but I'd know I did the right thing.

-The End-

The Moral: You can only change yourself, and when it is hope that you see, try not crushing it brutally, and tread lightly,

for the sake that others may never have more than that light to glow from. 

Leave them the choice for the simple fact, that you dont know their story, and what the hope came from or potentially could mean. 

There is honor in regard for such a personal thing.